RandomWhore
Preface
"Terror made me cruel." He whispered shrill like in my ear, sending a monstrous shiver down my neck as I felt his lust lips press against it.
The thought of slamming him against the wall and wrapping my legs around his strong waist felt so close in my erotic fantasy but so distant in reality.
"Wuthering Heights." I recognised the quote very vividly. It was birthed in one of many of my favourite books.
His light pecks slowly moved up to my jawline but he kept his hands steady on the mahogany table, well away from the places I wished he was gripping right now.
"I would read to you all the time." He continued, vaguely brushing the skin beside my lips in a teasing manner.
Why wouldn't he kiss me already. He'd been playing his treacherous game for too long now? Why wouldn't he just take me?
"Please," I choked beneath my breath as his mouth opened up the slightest bit to grace me with his delicate kiss.
I didn't think it would go this far. I didn't think I would end up begging him. But then again-I wouldn't have expected any of this to have happened either.